(A couple of years ago I wrote a story titled, not surprisingly "If Only in My Dreams" about a young soldier in Iraq at Christmas time and the letter he got from his wife. I wanted to follow up on it last year but ran out of time. So here we go, dreaming again. Or are we?) * Lieutenant Dan Miller shifted in his sleep. He sensed that he was waking up and h...
I am a woman with convictions. I don't believe in equal rights for women, I believe woman are dominant and superior. It is perhaps this opinionated outlook that has got me in so much trouble. I am the type of person who feels I, or any woman can do anything a male can do as well, if not better. I will now relate to you how this thinking has backfired on me....
On the morning of our 10th anniversary I gave my wife, Sue, her present. She promptly opened it to find, as she had suspected, a set of exotic lingerie - black lace hold-up stockings, a tiny peephole bra, and a minute lace micro-thong which might just cover the vital parts if she did not move, in which case the miniscule garment could almost disappear inside...
I enter the room in my satin chemise, relishing the feel of the gown sliding across my body as I make my way towards the bed. With every step, the gown flutters, caressing my body, making me feel...sensual. I no longer lumber when I walk, like I do when I'm dressed in my male clothes. Instead, the feel of the chemise causes me to almost glide when I walk, mo...
Recently, my wife's schedules and mine have differed, due to both work and the fact that I wake up far too early for her tastes. Hearing the shower running on Tuesday morning around 6:30am, I finished up at the downstairs PC, in the middle of digitizing some 30 year old cassettes of free form radio shows. Entering the bedroom, she was wearing just a button...
My stroll down Memory Lane with my youthful and naked future husband has stoked my erotic juices, but it didn't provide me with an explanation as to why a nude man was so much more dramatic than a nude woman. Still, I needed to push on, hoping that an answer would come down the line. The basic concept of the performance was now firmly rooted in my mind. The...
It's early. Wednesday morning. My coffee is sweet and creamy, but I don't need it today to ready me for the day. As I wait for the shower water to warm, I pull off the T-shirt I wore to bed. I take my time -- my mind is swimming with anticipation of getting to know my new French friend, which lends itself to a long sudsy shower. I envision his hands, as I ma...
Five years ago I was dating a short man of Irish descent who, despite his small stature, was a very commanding man who loved to control women and at that time in my life, I wanted to be controlled, so we made a very good pairing. He was my Dominant but I will refer to him as my Owner since that is what he did. He owned me at that time. He was not an attract...
Nothing In Life Is Free Jesse was on a solo road trip. Some time away on his own to deal with the divorce he hadn't wanted. He had tried to make it work for eleven years, and he had stopped trying when he realized that no amount of money, travel, or "quality time" would make his wife happy. He started doing what he had wanted. He started working out, read t...
The audience clapped, cheering loudly at the shock on the face of the uneasy politician. He gave a wry shake of his head, with a desperately forced smirk: squeezing his body language to convey disagreement or disgust. "Oh no, no, no," he started with faux sincerity. "Yes!" The woman to his right interrupted. She barely glanced at other panellists or the tel...